He hums tonight through his streets
My unlatched window the tune repeats
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off

 Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure

 He runs tonight through his block
A crack in the curtain is unlocked
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot jack with some time to spend

 Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure

 He cries tonight through his manner
I can see his conscience get the better
From a doorway stepped in shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money and pleasure

 He crawls tonight through his scum
From my dirty window his body's numb
Beneath the street lamp tilts, shoulders bent
Then meets the pick-up who pays his rent

 Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
His pleasure